I am my fathers son
But he is not what I've become
I've lived more life than he
I only hope he's proud of me
Every where I go
My past, it follows like a ghost
Every mistake I've ever made
Another thread sewn into the bed I've made
It's hard to reach the top
When the demons pulling on my feet won't stop
Echoing heartbroken voices
Aching over my bad choices
Almost feel like moving on
Means that I don't care who I step on
It hurts my ever loving soul
The real pain I've cost people to know
I'm tethered by heart strings
And the memories of my awful deeds
I can't just wash my hands of this
Problems I tried to solve with closed fist
I wish for redemption but fear I don't deserve such
In the mirror is the man that deserves the punch
How can I expect anyone to root for me
When in my path I leave behind tragedy
I've always had my heart in the right place
But I've hurt so many and it leaves a sour taste
LukeCoomer ©
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by recent events in my life that have open old wounds
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It does seem that way, life by trial and error. I just wish my errors wouldn't sneek them selves into my good times you know haha
It's called being human. Don't let it define the present. Good write, Luke!
I wouldn't so much say it's a human thing I know many that show no remorse for their actions
Seems like it should be though! Thanks for commenting
Thank you Martina I'm trying not to let it hold me back
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